this is some rly bad smut, you should skip this chapter if you don't like reading it or don't like bad writing (the story will continue like normal next chapter)
((not but this is actually so bad i might delete it idk and it doesn't even have any penetration bc they are like 16 guys chill))
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The peculiar feeling one experiences when they have the suspicion they are being watched by someone or something was exactly what Draco was feeling as he crept though the hall the particularly frosty night of boxing day. He was not, as one would suspect, sneaking out to see Harry (they had already spent the day in each other's company) but merely going to try again to attempt at fixing the cabinet in the room of requirement, a task he had been regretfully neglecting. Most trips were made in the company of former friends, Crabbe and Goyle, although this night Draco had left his dorm alone. This was owing to the fact that Draco no longer wanted the presence Crabbe and Goyle, however much it had served to be useful, and because Crabbe and Goyle were not even at Hogwarts castle. So, as it would appear to the naked eye Draco was entirely alone as his journey to the room of requirement began to cease as the door entering it came into view, Draco's instincts however, begged to differ.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he heard the sound of a soft sneeze not far behind him. Draco instantly knew how it was, he had heard that voice all day.
Draco out stretched his arm clutching his wand approximately towards where the sound came from. 'Periculum' he muttered as red streaks shot out the tip of his wand. The red hurtled forward and it appeared to be close to making connection with the wall before it exploded into fireworks a mere meter away. A shriek, and Harry fell to the ground, his cloak lay alongside him as it had fallen of him in his little tumble.
"Harry! Fancy seeing you here." Draco smirked.
As if searching for something Harry ran his hands along the ground before picking up an old piece of parchment. "Sod off Malfoy," He grumbled as he regained his balance and stood up.
"Back to third name basis then?"
Harry simply shrugged and didn't respond to Draco's ever-growing smirk.
"Don't you think the cloaks a bit old? I've seen it at least a dozen times and I don't think you really entirely fit it anymore."
Draco advanced closer to Harry's figure as he remained silent, face a mix of guilt and foolishness. Draco knew that he should be at least a wee bit annoyed at Harry for following him, but he quite frankly didn't care.
"But why were you following me? Just to find out what I was up to?" Draco took another few steps forward causing Harry's breath to hitch slightly for he was so close Harry could feel Draco's hot breath against his lips.
"Perhaps there's another reason?" Draco asked as he pressed his mouth against Harry, pinning him between the wall and the attractive body in front of him. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist as an attempt to deepen the kiss, but that was as Draco pulled away. "I think Filch is roaming around, we can't get caught."
"It's fine. He's on the opposite side of the castle." Harry protested but still Draco pried his body of him.
Draco raised an eyebrow, "really? But still, we can't take any chances."
Harry nodded, "what about my dorm?"
"Or what about we save a walk and go in the room of requirement?"
Before Harry could say anything Draco was pulling him by his hand towards the room of requirement.
Harry and Draco couldn't help but laugh like the teenaged they were as the door to the room opened and revealed a large bed in the centre, clad in a dark red quilt and a pile of lacy pillows.
As Draco tugged Harry's arm, leading him behind him Harry suddenly became overcome with concern. "Draco I don't – I mean, I can't... I haven't done anything that far before."
Draco grinned, "Relax, we aren't doing anything you aren't completely comfortable with."
They sunk into the unfamiliar covers, once nestled into the pillows Draco's mouth found his way to Harry's shoulder. His lips were hot against Harry's skin as his fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. He pried the material upwards, breaking the contact between them as it was tugged over Harry's head.
"You look beautiful you know, " Draco sighed.
Harry tried to stop the blush that threatened to spill on his cheeks, no one had called him beautiful before, especially a guy. However, this didn't stop Harry from liking it. Hermione was right – he was definitely into boys.
As Draco then began working on the hems of his pants. Harry shivered in the coldness of the night and became increasingly conscious of his own near-nakedness while Draco loomed over him fully clothed. Their mouths were locked so he tugged as the material of Draco's jumper. "Take it off," he mumbled into his mouth.
"No," Draco murmured, " Not tonight."
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to ask why, but at the intensity in Draco's pleading eyes he clasped his lips back together. "What about these?" he instead clasped his pants and Draco nodded as they both kicked them off and added them to the small pile of discarded clothes.
Harry's hands reached for him, as he felt the familiar ridges of Draco's arms and stomach through the material. They had barely spent a month together, and yet Harry felt that he knew Draco's body more intimately than he knew his own.
Draco was fully roused, Harry realized as he pressed himself against Harry's thigh.
"Go slowly," Harry whispered, not that he was scared (although he very much was) but because the end of the school year was growing closer, and the threats of a wizarding war were beginning to take up the front page of every issue in the Daily prophet. It was easy to forget, in these past few days he had spent with Draco, that outside their little romance was an entirely different world. Harry wanted to savor these moments with Draco for as long as he possibly could, for who knew when they would get the chance to be young lovers again?
Draco tried to go slow but he lust was a barely contained thing. Harry found himself being swept away with his feverous passion. He tried to maintain some some grasp on reality, but it was useless. Draco pushed Harry onto his back and rolled his hips against him in a way that made his back arch until their was nothing separating their bodies except the material of Draco's jumper. Draco moved his kisses lower and lower, teasing the material of his underpants until he took him fully in his mouth. Harry felt he would die if Draco did not stop, but he kept going on, and Harry did not die.
They took turns, learning the most secrets parts of each other until Harry felt they were no longer two boys, but one entity made entirely from their love.
The boys rolled onto their back when they were finished and Harry snaked his arm around Draco's shoulder, kissing his blonde hair damp with with exhaustion. They listened to the noises of the night, a ghouls cry, the scampering of mice in the celling above them, a howl from the direction of Hagrid's hut, and let the slow heat of their bodies enter each other
"That was nice."
Draco laughed. Harry rolled to his side.
"What are we going to do, we can't sneak around forever," he brought his hand to Draco's head and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
Draco took Harry's hands and pressed his lips against his palm. "Don't worry. School is almost over and it won't be like this for long," he mumbled, his breath tickling Harry's skin.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. Draco was right, it won't be like this for long.
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